{"id":3903,"date":"2016-03-21T03:55:35","date_gmt":"2016-03-21T03:55:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.towingsilver.com\/?p=3903"},"modified":"2016-02-23T23:36:21","modified_gmt":"2016-02-23T23:36:21","slug":"back-to-the-home-zipcode","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.towingsilver.com\/?p=3903","title":{"rendered":"Livingston, I Presume?"},"content":{"rendered":"

I hitched up and rolled out of Louisiana and into Texas.<\/p>\n

\"Texas<\/a><\/p>\n

What a beautiful day!<\/p>\n

\"Pine<\/a>
Pine trees and blue skies<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

My next stop was a short one in Livingston, Texas. There was some business I needed to take care of back “home”.<\/p>\n

I registered at Rainbow’s End RV Park and zipped right out to get my truck and trailer inspected. I managed to renew my registration on line, but I needed to get them inspected when I got back into the state.<\/p>\n

I had quite an adventure getting there. My phone sent me down Liberty Avenue. “What a nice name,” I thought. Then I saw a sign giving the speed as 20 MPH. “Must be a school,” I thought.<\/p>\n

Nope.<\/p>\n

The road was so poorly maintained that it was unsafe to go faster than 20 MPH. Well, I was on it, and there was no way to turn around. Forward was the only option.<\/p>\n

I followed the directions – slowly, slowly, slowly. Finally, the voice in my phone told me that I had arrived. Hmm. No I hadn’t. I searched for another possible address and found that the address I wanted was on NORTH<\/strong><\/em> Washington, not south.<\/p>\n

I did manage to bounce my way out of the neighborhood, although I felt like I was driving through people’s backyards at time. I arrived at the auto shop, passed the inspection and returned to Rainbow’s End.<\/p>\n

The next day, I did a bunch of errands in the town. Banking, applied for a passport, and finally got my official driver’s license. My last task of the day was to take care of my income tax.<\/p>\n

\"The<\/a><\/p>\n

The next day, my prime objective was to do some purging. Every now and then, I have to go through things and see what I can get rid of. This is what I managed to get rid of this time.<\/p>\n

\"clean<\/a><\/p>\n

Rocks?! Why in the world was I hauling around all those rocks?<\/p>\n

I got a lot of things done.<\/p>\n

\"to-do<\/a><\/p>\n

There was a guy in the site next to mine who had some real skills. His name was George and he lived in his van.<\/p>\n

\"george's<\/a><\/p>\n

He proudly showed it off. I couldn’t believe what he had packed inside.<\/p>\n